13/10/14 Update
Yesterday was a very busy day for the museum's engineering teams. It was intended to take the Devon out for some more taxying trials, and for the Dakota to make it's first taxy run too. This would be the first time since her arrival on low-loaders many years ago that the Dak would move under her own power, a milestone for the museum indeed.
The Victor team were of course heavily involved. As well as the fact that Andre would be captaining the Dak on the day, there was the small matter of moving the Victor so we could get the Dak and Devon out onto the airfield. Andre had been in late last week and ensured that the tyres were all inflated and had moved toolboxes etc. out from under the jet, so in theory all we had to do on Sunday morning was shift the Houchin and steps out of the way, hook the towbar on, pull the chocks and she'd be ready to go. However on arrival on Sunday morning we found we had an unusual challenge to overcome; actually finding the jet in the murk!

It was as you can see very foggy. But we decided to continue, in the hope that the clag so beloved of WW2 bomber crews returning to the Vale of York after ops would lift. So after a fortifying brew and breakfast in the NAAFI we headed through the murk to the jet.

She had a plethora of water-covered spider webs on her, which got Ian and I busy taking arty-farty photos!

Indeed the spiders of Yorkshire had had a convention on the grass under the port wing it seems

We gave the tyres a quick last check, before hooking the towbar on and shifting our last couple of bits of GSE out of the way. I then went over to the hangar to see how preparations were going with the Devon and Dak. I found Steve, Simon, Bob and Chris busy preparing the Devon and fitting clean plugs.

After another brew in the NAAFI, and a 'is it, isn't it' debate over whether the fog was indeed lifting, we decided to get the jet hauled out onto the airfield. Even if the weather scuppered everything else, at least Lindy would have had her gear exercised. So, we ventured out into the unknown...

On the runway, about to be pulled onto the QRA pan. And is that the sun attempting to break out...?

By the Gods, so it is!

But it would still have a job shifting the fog which seemed as thick as ever



The Devon and Dak were soon out too. So we retreated to the NAAFI for lunch and to wait for a weather window...

After lunch, we could see that the fog was lifting, albeit slowly, so we headed back out to the aircraft to do last checks and wait for the weather to clear. We were hopeful the weather would break as we'd had exactly the same weather conditions the previous day, and the fog had suddenly cleared in the early afternoon.
Here the Dak waits patiently at the end of the runway. It's a long time since this old girl set foot (wheel?) on a runway...

The weather lifted enough for us to board the Devon for her slow taxying trials. Our pilot for the day was Simon. The Devon is his baby really, and Steve Pepper our pet former RAF flying instructor would be teaching him how to taxy her.

It's not every day you get to sit in a live Devon, peering at a live Dak through the windscreen!

Sam and I were on board, invited as passengers just for the ride.
The Devon started with no dramas, and after running up the engines to build up brake pressure...

... we were off! Simon soon got the hang of the apparently very sensitive brake controls, and was soon executing very confident, tidy turns on the runway. As we were running, the weather was improving rapidly.
It also became evident we had a photographer stalking us in the undergrowth...!

With the improving visibility I was able to get a couple of shots of Lindy from the Devon as we backtracked

With varying levels of success. Not only did I get a prop in the way this time, but that man Ian again!

After parking the Devon and shutting down, it was time for the Dakota. Up front would be Andre and Graham (yes, we have more than one!), Bob and Steve Pepper. Sam and I were down the back, partly again for a jolly, and partly as lookouts while Andre got himself used to swinging the tail of the Dak around while making his turns. I imagine a 199ft wide runway must suddenly look very narrow when you are turning round a taxying Dakota for the first time! I also had another reason to want to be aboard, more on that later.
Anyway, I got a couple of pics from the Dak, her cabin windows aren't in the best condition so they aren't all that good I'm afraid.
The view across to Lindy, now the sun has finally deigned to come out!

Starboard engine running. And bl**dy Ian in the shot again!

taxying out past Lindy

The view from the rear port cabin window...

The taxy trials couldn't have gone better. Andre seemed to gain confidence in the old girl very rapidly, and mechanically she behaved very well indeed. We taxied back in and shut down, and there were broad grins and happy handshakes all round!

The Dak crew

And the old girl resting after her most energetic day in a lot of years!

We just had everything to tidy away now... But first, a brew!
Now the aircraft runs had been completed successfully, look at how good the weather had turned out!

First the Dak had to go back in.

Safely back on the museum site while the Nimrod looks on.

The Devon followed on, and we got Lindy ready to move again.

While we were waiting for the Tractor God to come back and bring Lindy in, we were treated to a display by a VC-10

We soon had Lindy safely back in the museum too, and while the fence was being put back in behind we unhitched the towbar and brought all our GSE back across and plugged her dehumidifier back in.

All in all a very successful day. But, particularly regarding the Dakota, a poignant one too. 3 people were in our thoughts.
Sadly George passed away before he could see 'his' Dak run.

Andre was wearing his grandfather's dogtags on his flight suit for the taxy run

The reason being, the last time they had been aboard an aircraft it was a Dak. Unfortunately it crashed and, while Andre's grandfather survived, the pilots were killed.
And the third? On Friday I attended the funeral of a family friend. He had been an air dispatcher on Daks and Vallettas in Malaya, and in more recent years was an ardent fan and supporter of Vulcan 558 and our Victor, as well as being an enthusiast of all things aviation. On one of his last visits to YAM before cancer made it no longer possible for himto make the trip across Yorkshire he was able to return to his old 'office' in our Dak. RIP Keith.
Team leader, Meteor NF.14 WS788 restoration, YAM Elvington.